Pangaea

I’m weary and starved from the way it was left
You called me a friend then called it your best
From the report of this failure, you barely made clear
I can’t find the words but it’s all my head
And you whispered under your breath
Like you were gasping for answers

Who’s to blame for this collapse?
Who’s to blame for breaking up Pangaea?
We’re islands drifting in and out of consciousness
It leaves us wishing for better days.

Your twisting your hair coz there’s not much to say
And In the static we’ve found our separate ways
But we’ll always be scarred from what could have been
So hunny, let’s move on from this ironic design
That seems to repeat itself
Like we were stuck in this song.

Written by David Yeoman & Vincent White